Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!The gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. We will never be here again. ☆

Human beings in a mob, What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a god? What’s a god to a nonbeliever? Who don’t believe in anything? We make it out alive, All right, all right, No church in the wild. Tears on the mausoleum floor. Blood stains the coliseum doors. Lies on the lips of a priest. Thanksgiving disguised as a feast. (...) That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach, That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach, When we die, the money we can’t keep. But we probably spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap. Preach.

we’re rivers and oceans emptying and filling and swelling and drowning one another. it’s frightening and wonderful all at once. for once, i feel as if there’s not enough of me, as if i’m too small to contain all the happiness inside me